Cain's offering

Every which way were thrown seedling words of your departure
Even unto this arid soil - windswept of all its spoils.

"Green pigment on my thumb" at the eleventh hour
-"Sorry?"
"Turns seeds into forest" (Gump)
Though some things stand to change
What damage can be made
We'll suffer only if she stays

Daylight kisses grew the roots but
The farmer bruised the fruit
-With manure from a foreign origin-
Choosing to farm in a place of religion

Though his neglect of their forest
Was met with no protest
Broken twigs of dodgy discourse
Caught the flame of rising remorse

Every oak reduced to ash and smoke
Left only a single clover
- of four petals -
Cruel irony : he knew his luck was over

So he plucked it up with flaming hands
Teary-eyed when he began :
"She loves me, she loves me not, she loves me..."